Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.